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Primary Axiom: Nothing is more subversive than the truth.
Corollary to Primary Axiom: Nothing is punished more swiftly than honesty.
"You may think me mad!" Many a fine horror story has begun with such a declaration. It is my observation that we live in a nightmare world of our own creation, a planetary madhouse, walls built from our fatuous mental constructs, cells padded with our willful and cherished delusions. We, the people of planet Earth, are the players in a global horror story for which no happy ending can reasonably be expected. Lucky for me (and unlike the most deeply mad ones), I've learned not to rely too much on the faltering compass of reason.
This castle is intended as a refuge from madness, but it may, after all, be merely another ward in the loony-bin. I will be making some observations based on the only truth I know: the truth of my own experience. I will attempt to be coherent where possible, but my perceptions (like everyone's) are necessarily limited and undoubtedly prejudiced. And then, too, maybe I am crazy...
Yet, before moving onward, it might serve us to contemplate from whence cometh so lurid an appellation as has been bestowed upon this place. Thus...
Castle - because it is a metaphor for self. The self that life constructs for me is my home, my fortress, my prison. It is a monumental structure, containing many secrets.
Naked - because that is how I feel: exposed, vulnerable, my distorted, mis-shapen self on display, without garment or credential, the scars of my history visible, my defects plain.
Screaming - because that is a natural response to the fear, loathing and pain our collective madness has conjured.
Delirium - because my dictionary defines delirium as a state of extreme excitement or agitation characterized by hallucination, and this seems to me a perfectly suitable description of one of the two conditions in which we most often find ourselves (Castle of Naked Screaming Apathy seeming to be somewhat the less desirable alternative).
This castle is intended as a refuge from madness, but it may, after all, be merely another ward in the loony-bin. I will be making some observations based on the only truth I know: the truth of my own experience. I will attempt to be coherent where possible, but my perceptions (like everyone's) are necessarily limited and undoubtedly prejudiced. And then, too, maybe I am crazy...
Yet, before moving onward, it might serve us to contemplate from whence cometh so lurid an appellation as has been bestowed upon this place. Thus...
Castle - because it is a metaphor for self. The self that life constructs for me is my home, my fortress, my prison. It is a monumental structure, containing many secrets.
Naked - because that is how I feel: exposed, vulnerable, my distorted, mis-shapen self on display, without garment or credential, the scars of my history visible, my defects plain.
Screaming - because that is a natural response to the fear, loathing and pain our collective madness has conjured.
Delirium - because my dictionary defines delirium as a state of extreme excitement or agitation characterized by hallucination, and this seems to me a perfectly suitable description of one of the two conditions in which we most often find ourselves (Castle of Naked Screaming Apathy seeming to be somewhat the less desirable alternative).